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I'm an older traveling woman with the world at my feet! I generally travel solo but want to meet up with other lesbians from anywhere and everywhere! Hit me up and see if we will be in the same place at the same time! I look forward to hearing from you. Judith

I'm lesbian from Philippines. Looking for a girlfriend that would be my princess of my life and hope forever too. I don't care the nationality or wherever you are in the world the important is you and me. Please feel free to message me I'm waiting my princess..

For some reason, I am at this point again where it is difficult to talk to people. Too long to explain here. And too painful, sort of...

I have high functioning autism, and life has been difficult to cope with. So I am back to reaching out and practicing social skills online. Facebook and Twitter have made friendships too cheap, and I'm not interested in small talk (I can tolerate some of it, though). Even introverts and auties need friends. A romantic relationship is far from my mind right now.

On a good day I like girls, nature, anime/manga, music, food, reading and writing. Not in that order. Hope to talk with you on one of those good days.

What happens when your inner and outer worlds are out of sync? What does it mean to have the soul of a poet, but not the talent? To travel the world in your heart, as you while away the hours, days (years?) on a couch or at a desk? To want to reinvent yourself, when your entire life depends on holding steady where you are?

I find myself wandering away from the life I've made. Driving to the store or walking to work, I quietly build dozens of other lives in my head. In many, I am alone. There is a glorious freedom in solitude that I relish, and often I hunger for more. Not because I don't adore my wife or because I don't treasure moments shared with loved ones. I do, and will always. But even the bonds we cherish bind us; your life part of someone else's life, theirs yours, and every move you make has the weight of consequence behind it.

Being alone gives you a different kind of power. You are free to make choices unfettered, free to move untethered. You speak and act more authentically, because there are no side effects to being your most true self at all times. Who will object to your more absurd ideas? Whose feelings will be hurt by the callous thoughts or crude jokes that occasionally cross your mind?

And so what if you apply for a janitorial job at the Antarctic station, just so maybe you can live at the bottom of the world for a few months? What if you want to move into one room of a house with six strangers, because the house happens to be in some amazing city that you can only afford to enjoy if you're paying less than $200 a month? What if you want to get another degree or take up archery? What if you decide it's time you got a goat?

There are things that are only possible when no other voice has to say yes but your own, and there are so many futures I want to say yes to.

There are simply too many lives out there waiting to be lived...including the one I currently dream of escaping. This one, like all the others, is itself probably a fantasy of some other version of me...some other self who would long for the comforts of quiet couplehood.

The South is not a place. At least, not exactly. Cliché though it may be, it is a way of life, a way of being in the world.

The South…saturates. Rain rolls in in waves, bringing Noah’s flood again and again, leaving behind vast tracts of wet, red mud. There is an abiding, drenching heat. It penetrates everything – asphalt and brick, skin and muscle – and drapes the world in haze, convincing you that sweltering summer has no beginning and no end. The cycle of storms and the humid eternity give a sense of timelessness, a feeling that things here never really change. That the people don’t change.

How tightly do we cling to the past, too, clutching our traditions – bastions in a violent, unpredictable world. Perhaps we hold on too tightly. But even as we take comfort in the known and the familiar, we celebrate outsiders and eccentricity. Misanthropes, misfits, and mischief-makers are our most beloved heroes. Idgie Threadgoode, Atticus Finch, Celie, Huck Finn, Janie Crawford, Scarlett O’Hara…. We love their tragic stories because we identify with the struggle over demons, laughter through tears, hope through hardship, and the desperation to make sense of yourself when no one understands you.

But of course we understand. We talk simple, but a long look into our lives, our past, quickly reveals the tangled mess we really thrive in.

This is a country of contradiction after all, built by beauty and brutality in concert, and thus always somewhat out of step. Here, unspeakable sins are the unlikely bedfellows to deeds of great courage and love. “Love the sinner, hate the sin” is therefore more than an expression; it’s a worldview. We paint Morality in black and white, while in our homes we quietly cherish many exceptions to our rigid rules. And our beloved heritage? A vast catalog of inconsistencies, where acts of real terror stand in stark contrast to extravagant myths of gentility.

Is it any wonder that both gospel and the blues were born here?

To be from this place is to be of it, and those who leave carry a little of it with them always – tracks in red clay that never wash away. And when the thunder rumbles long and low and the air weighs thick…when, after a bitter fight or a deep loss, you sit on the kitchen floor laughing about better times through heaving sobs…when nothing will do but hot cornbread, bacon, macaroni soup…when your grandmother’s voice draws out every reckon and yonder you’d been forgetting to say…when you love someone in spite of themselves, because what else is family for?...those same tracks (ask your mother – they’ll never come out) lead you back home.

My name is pay I'm a lesbian and I am 22 turning 23 soon well I'm new here and I'm looking for a friend who does judge me but understands me and expects me for who I am...i am calm, understanding,kind,caring person

I'm spanish, but I've been living in the UK for the last four years. I love chatting with people from all around the world, and making new friends. If you want to chat feel free to send me a message :)